50 Cent - This Is Murder Not Music (Remix) lyrics

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50 Cent - This Is Murder Not Music (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: 50 Cent] I'm on a hard bench, tryna' sleep in a holding pen Man, how the f** did I get here again? First thing in a morning, it‘s the f** sh** They called the case, I got confronted by a tough snitch He told me do it, 1 click, you ain't tell me to do it You ain't a shooter, you a shermhead, you f**in' loser I fly a kite, my little man cut his sister up He loves his b**h, you snatch her, he'll start switching up I'm cool, I just wait ‘til my next court date I bet he catch amnesia, then do this sh** at leisure Surrounded by Bloods, Crips, Kings, and Ñetas Gemstars open n***as up like barettas I'm tryna' be easy But every now and then I gotta put it in, please believe me You get to looking at me strange, I'm prepared Jack A buck fifty, keep the change you can wear that [Hook x2] This is murder this is not music I had your style 10 years ago I just didn't use it You n***as forgot how I do it Well I do it like there' nothin' to it [Verse 2: Young Buck] Same night from the Vibe awards Still with me looking for some new spinal cords f** your life and see the mind of yours Concrete floors, I still feel like I'm behind them doors I want war I'm Read up for Teed up I'm getting fast money but I need to speed up These n***as kicking their feet up, just smoking their weed up Well Ima creep up with my heat up and make em freeze up Hold up Buck, ease up Put some bodies in a box for Mazaradi Fox New York when I get there I need to hear a lot of shots A couple chickens on a video vixen,send her on a mission and one cent better not be missing I don't listen, I'm hard headed Just one but you all get it my n******gs all breaded its crum' just to beat the case I see d**h when I see your face And even at this pace ima still lead the race This Buck [Hook x2] This is murder this is not music I had the style 10 years ago I just didn't use it You n***as forgot how I do it Well I do it like there' nothin' to it [Outro] Yeah, all I'mma do is this. I'mma keep countin' money I don't give a f** if it make you sick to see a n***a win I'mma make you watch me win over and over again You already know what it is with me motherf**er This sh**, goddamn it, you motherf**ers is making me lose count man Gotta start this sh** over, I'm licking my fingers I'm gettin'... I got 100 d-dollar bills, for real n***a All I'mma do is this man You hear that sound in the background? I'mma do this sh** till my thumb get tired I'mma take a break when I get past your momma house n***a When I count more than your momma house I'mma take a break. Go get a new stack Hand me that money over there What we gon' do? All year long It's back to 50, you already know Get the money, and shut the f** up Watch me do what I'm doin', cause n***as can't stop nothin' that I'm doin' Right after you get in the way We gon' start shooting again like it's nothing changed We went through that whole "Kumbaya my lord - let's be friends by the fire" It's over n***a Back to the script, you know how this sh** go How much is that? Oooh, if you could see me right now I got a alligator on n***a! You, you think it should go different? See that's where you go wrong When you think... Who the f** asked you to think n***a!? Now you stick to writing comments and tweeting And your hashtags and... You know what the f** you do n***a Let me do what I do